A touch of precipitation

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It started pissing down yesterday, and it was still pissing down this morning. Some of the city was underwater and we thought it would be jolly to jump in the truck and make an inspection. Sadly, the authorities spoiled our fun by blocking off roads that were deemed impassable; but there were plenty of other water-logged places to splash around in.

I took a few shots out of the window, but they were all crap. She who must be obeyed had her inevitable Blythe doll along for the ride and was flashing away. “That won’t work” I told her, “you won’t capture the view out of the window”.

I really should just shut up, because she captured the essence of a soggy city much better than I did.